Visit supermarket: that’s done. Now it’s after 1:00.
I don’t particularly feel like writing politics today, but it’s distressing to see “Harris for President” lawn signs in my neighborhood. Have they never heard her talk? Have they never heard her cackle? She was yukking it up at a funeral a few days ago. Can they make sense out of anything she says?
It’s a fact that millions of Americans are going to vote for this babbling dindle. This is a mental landscape I care not to explore. You might not come out alive.
That she could even be imagined as president of anything is cause for serious concern.
After seeing her displays on TV, briefly (that is all I can stand), it is amazing to see someone like this in this position. It is like a three stooges comedy or something like that.
It reminds me of some of the very worst Roman emperors and their hangers-on.